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“Say it,�� I gritted out.
“The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“He had stayed. And fought for me.
Week after week, he’d fought for me, even when I had no reaction , even when I had barely been able to speak or bring myself to care if I lived or died or ate or starved. I couldn’t leave him to his own dark thoughts, his own guilt. He’d shouldered them alone long enough.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Tell me what to do,�� he said. “Tell me what to do to help you.��
Rhys kept the plate beyond reach. He spoke again, and as if the words tumbling out loosened his grip on his power, talons of smoke curled over his fingers and great wings of shadow spread from his back. “Months and months, and you’re still a ghost. Does no one there ask what the hell is happening? Does your High Lord simply not care?��
He did care. Tamlin did care. Perhaps too much. “He’s giving me space to sort it out,�� I said, with enough of a bite that I barely recognized, my voice.
"Let me help you,�� Rhys said. "We went through enough Under the Mountain��-��
I flinched.
"She wins,�� Rhys breathed. "That bitch wins if you let yourself fall apart.”
― Sarah J. Maas